histórias de Drinkers

My story isn't for the happy-go-lucky kids out there. My story involves drinkers, guns, money and him. The hot man in the bar with a handgun in his belt. Well, you don't see that everyday so I had to say hello. And drag myself to hell and back in the process. -- "So...you're done with him?" The bartender asked. "Pfft. Child, please." She waved him off. "I'll never be done with him. And that's what is going to get myself killed." "Alright. But be careful, one hears talk of things one shouldn't as a bartender. They've been saying a cop is undercover and searching for you." He looked over her head. "Lone Wolf better run, Mr. Handgun is here." "Don't call me that here." She hissed, but turned around to find the man she found drool worthy searching for someone. Once his eyes found hers he pushed his was through the dance floor and stood in front of her in less then a minute. "We need to talk." He reached for her hand and led her out the back way, into the dark, wet alleyway. "I know your little reason why you hang around the bars so much." "Amuse me." She crossed her arms, raised her eyebrow as her heart slammed against her ribcage. If he got this answer right she was definitely going to jail.

Lament

This story is about how a girl, named Nova. She goes to a horrible school and lives with only her older brother and younger sister. You will see the risks she takes and how she deals with her life.

So much of writing is written and then lost forever, or you spiral, and never get back to the canvas that is writing, so here I suppose is an online version of a journal. I wrote more, then deleted it bc it sounded real depressed. So read maybe one of them if you want a reset button. That's what I think of them. They're really random. Sometimes they don't make a lot of sense, but hopefully it gives you a break from what you've been reading so you can go into another book with fresh eyes.

Two con artists find themselves at odd with each other in the same small town